Urban Disco Beat: January 2011

Well, its not that Dasha needs extra energy, and she definitely does not need to be challenged - but there was no resisting a trip to Pulp and Bean in Crown Heights, Brooklyn to have a go at the 10 shot espresso, officially called Dieci (Italian for 10) and lovingly referred to as Porn in a Cup.

Of course, there needs to be a party around such an event, or ????

So after making tee-shirts and "game rules", Me, Yahtzee and our coffee loving Manhattan friends headed over to Brooklyn for this outer borough excursion.

Tony Fisher is the owner of Pulp and Bean and was an excellent host, making sure our Dieci's were made to perfection and we enjoyed the experience. We needed to be in good hands, because collectively we had 60 shots of espresso!

This guy was the most impressive fo sho, sucking up his porn in 15 minutes.

So what does it feel like to have 10 shots of espresso? Well I can tell you, its a real buzz - light headedness, shakiness, ones speech is a little faster! - and it wasn't without moments of nauseousness.

In the end, we had about 55 of the 60 shots between the six of us. And the subway ride back to Manhattan was, well - very energetic. Metro Charlie captured it all on video, so stay tuned (and thanks Metro Charlie!)

Best of all, I think some of this energy spilled over to the Pittsburgh Steelers tonight.

Pittsburgh's going to the Super Bowl!

Three Couples.

And One Mission.

To ring in the New Year, a few of us Manhattanites planned to venture to Utah for skiing and boarding in Park City Mountain and Canyons Resort as we ring in 2011.

It was not as simple as one would think.

With all the snow that fell in NYC over the holiday, getting out of the city proved to be quite a chore.

Passerby's push a cab out of a tough spot on East Houston @ Lafayette

Somehow, we all managed (on three separate flights no less) to get out of Manhattan and land in Salt Lake City within one hour of one another. As we got our car rentals (of course, we all had rented our own cars) we were made aware of our second challenge, to get up the mountain due to high winds, a snow storm and brutally cold weather. It looked fairly harmless from our view below, so without the recommended 4-wheel drive and chains to get up the mountain, we persevered (after a fancy lunch at the New York, that is!). I mean, it certainly did not look as dangerous as the streets at home.

We made it without incident although the roads did become icy as we honed in on our destination. When we arrived at our fab slope-side apartment, we unpacked, relaxed a bit then made a trip to the grocery store so we could adequately fuel up each morning before hitting the slopes.

Stunned by the grocery cart convenience from the car park to the flat

the now infamous Nutella morning ritual

The honorary Bulgarian developed a sweet tooth and baked amazing cookies and brownie

(ah, yes - that is purposely noted as singular. Take special note of the cutting machete)

I guess its fair to say we all craved sweets throughout the trip. On our last night we ordered a sampling of desserts after dinner but nobody was prepared for the size of the 6 layer chocolate cake...except me!

We did hit the slopes and the conditions were amazing. I think we all agreed it was some of the best "champagne snow" ever. It was very cold however, single digits in fact. We had to wear masks most of the time but the great powder was well worth it. Thanks to this, I even made it down a few blacks with a bit more style than usual.

Group Speed Demon

CB is so smooth, they even named a slope after her

crucified on First Temptation

Ski Bunny

Kamikaze King

Lean Mean Green Machine

Lucky for us, we all managed up and down the slopes ok despite the lack of safety bars

Look Mom, no hands!!

But we had to hold on REALLY TIGHT

In between runs, we found time to relax on the slopes and for a little apres ski

And after a rigorous day on the mountain, we headed to the outdoor hot tub. This was a unique experience in that we had to endure a 45 second walk in a bathing suit to/from the ground floor tub from our 3rd floor flat. The real entertainment came with watching one another run up/down the stairs and along the balcony as fast as possible.